WINTER 2012 - 2013 (20)

A Virus(4th MArch 2013)

This week-end was a foggy affair. There were thoughts of things I wanted to do, but couldn’t. Henry Purcell and Edvard Grieg played in the distance. Sleepless nights. Sneezing and coughing, a sour throat. Not much appe-tite. Sweating and feeling cold. Lots of pills, but the fever never dropped. Record unemployment levels in Europe. Hours vanished. The life of a coach potato, but always tired. The confidence, even among the small group of churchgoing catholics in Flanders is at an all time_low_since_was_disclosed_in_2010_that_Bruges_bishop_Van_Gheluwe_is_a_pedophile.There's also a suspicion that a cover up took place, and the victims were sacrificed in order to protect the image of the Roman Catholic Church. Scotland must be going through a similar painful awakening as Cardinal Keith O'Brien, who served as Archbishop of St. Andrews and Edinburg since 1985, admitted that "my sexual conduct has fallen below the standards expected of me as a priest, archbishop and cardinal". Hazy days and nights, you just wish it would stop. And when it does and you come to your senses, Purcell’s Abdela-zar’s Suite is on the radio, followed by Grieg’s Per Gynt. One of the millions of types of viruses had invited itself into my respiratory system, infecting it. It’s difficult to treat the symptoms, since antibiotics have no effect on viruses. You have to be patient and sweat it out, while you are being temporarily blocked by the viruses’ malware. Humans (and computers, so to speak) are not the only ones to be affected by viruses. The so-called Schmallenberg virus reappeared in British sheep, causing fever, diarrhea and stillbirths. But the sun is shining now and it looks like life's slowly returning back to normal for me. Time to leave some nightmarish phantoms behind. Bring Me Sunshine.4th March 2013.